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For the time being, I have overcome the awful, stressed and panicked feeling of having something that must be worked on at every available moment. It will undoubtedly be back sometime soon, like next week when I am all a mad college-application-filling-out and essay-writing scramble of liquefied brain and clam chowder. But that is next week. For now, I can indulge in free-time activities that I do not have time for and procrastinate more and make it even worse on myself later, because that is what I do.
Well then. How about some pictures!
The juniors' hallway was painfully better than everyone else's. Especially when they tore it all down, piled up the paper, and took turns diving into it.
This part by Andrew rocks a lot.
Thursday was Costume Day.
If this were a yearbook picture the caption would be: "Striking a pose, Caroline Martin shows her love for something esoteric, baffling Liberty High!"
Caroline's freshman is a good kid, aww.
The REAL Homecoming King, as Bill Cosby; QUAILMAN; a pile of boxes.
That guy who is obsessed with Phantom of the Opera...as the Phantom of the Opera; the multicultural club president whose name I cannot remember as the girl from The Ring whose name I can also not remember, but it does not matter because CREEPY; Jon, one of the rare gamers with social skills.
This picture was taken to document my first time riding the elevator, actually. Brian and I were retrieving something technological.
My homeroom's winning door, which I had no hand in making; Ms. Schnorr's homeroom's, which is considerably better; Ms. Hickle's.
There is a reason why nobody likes freshmen.
Well then. How about some pictures!
The juniors' hallway was painfully better than everyone else's. Especially when they tore it all down, piled up the paper, and took turns diving into it.
This part by Andrew rocks a lot.
Thursday was Costume Day.
If this were a yearbook picture the caption would be: "Striking a pose, Caroline Martin shows her love for something esoteric, baffling Liberty High!"
Caroline's freshman is a good kid, aww.
The REAL Homecoming King, as Bill Cosby; QUAILMAN; a pile of boxes.
That guy who is obsessed with Phantom of the Opera...as the Phantom of the Opera; the multicultural club president whose name I cannot remember as the girl from The Ring whose name I can also not remember, but it does not matter because CREEPY; Jon, one of the rare gamers with social skills.
This picture was taken to document my first time riding the elevator, actually. Brian and I were retrieving something technological.
My homeroom's winning door, which I had no hand in making; Ms. Schnorr's homeroom's, which is considerably better; Ms. Hickle's.
There is a reason why nobody likes freshmen.